. Yours with all my heart : her own story, as told by the beautiful Italian gazelle-hound Fairy . .. We dipped our chubby hands into the great YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART stone tower in mammas room when we wentto bed. I had never been afraid in a storm,so I went to sleep with the rest, - my littlechin in papas hand, - to the sound of theswaying oak-trees and the waves plashingon the shore. But suddenly, at midnight, Iwas startled wide awake by a blue glare offlashing light, which showed the sea churnedinto white foam, and the salt spray, liftedby the fierce wind, driven straight in at theop
. Yours with all my heart : her own story, as told by the beautiful Italian gazelle-hound Fairy . .. We dipped our chubby hands into the great YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART stone tower in mammas room when we wentto bed. I had never been afraid in a storm,so I went to sleep with the rest, - my littlechin in papas hand, - to the sound of theswaying oak-trees and the waves plashingon the shore. But suddenly, at midnight, Iwas startled wide awake by a blue glare offlashing light, which showed the sea churnedinto white foam, and the salt spray, liftedby the fierce wind, driven straight in at theopen window, followed by the rattle andcrash of hailstones, that came dashingacross the chamber floor; while over all wasa heavy rumble and roar that jarred thegreat house. I would not have been afraid,even then, only mamma flew so quicklyfrom room to room to secure the went to cousin Elsies room and said: Elsie, you are sleeping right under thetall flag-staff, and as you are a little timidanyway, perhaps you had better go tograndmas room and lie down with her onher old-fashioned feather-bed, which theycall a safeguard in a
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